[Storyteller.]

I'm being haunted by a whisper;
a chill comes over me.
I've been trapped inside this moment.
I'm not a victim, I'm not a freak.

Free me,
before I slip away.
Heal me,
wake me from this day.
Can somebody help me?

I've seen the face of my affliction,
of my reality.
I'm being tortured by the future,
of things that are yet to be
I'm being haunted by a vision;
it's like the morning never comes.
I feel the burden of confusion -
always searching, on the run.

Now, I'm not a hero, no,
but the weight of the world's on my soul.
These images burn my eyes;
they're burning me up inside.